كلمات Centro

Was water-white Sung winter glass Plaque-platinum cold Stun Stockholm sun Tram traveler Electric hum Pilgrims on the Centro Floating, drifting, Eddy-spinning. Leaving, breathing, Headlong swimming. West precipice Hung hanging swing Flit-flying pines One swanlong dive Tent tangle-dense Met meadowood Sky parted by the Centro I don't know Where it is I've been. I've come so far, But I don't know Where you are. I don't know Where it is I'll go. Just take me home, Somewhere I'm not alone. Sleepwalker, Dream passenger. We're strangers, Lone travelers. Floating, drifting, Eddy-spinning. Leaving, breathing, Headlong swimming. I don't know Where it is I've been. I've come so far, But I don't know Where you are. I don't know Where it is I'll go. Just take me home, Somewhere I'm not alone. Cut countryless No nowhere map With windowless Past passage back Born borderless Cull cornerstone West precipice Hung hanging swing Left limbo on the Centro